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mvxntvinclxvdbwxys - fulla prop$ lyrics

verse i: supahdazed

bow down to the letter syndicate, i’m so gorgeous
manic ain’t no shame up like lord infamous
yo wifey’s p+ssy like cake, so glamorous
go bite some meat if you barkin’ my n+gga
i don’t want beef nor yuh family mah n+gga
if you want then leave yuh f+ckin house mah n+gga
your wife is home playin me like an action figure
yuh go bum i did take you out of the picture
scratchin ten inches till h+ll rot, got only one flava
keep being inane, braggin is all you can fought
tell ya wife to scratch mah d, coz’ she is a thot
don’t be so hard n+gga because you are not
hoe

+santoni is the name,but he is just fulla props bish+

verse ii: yung gimp
b+tch mothaf+cka we k!llin’ this scene
ruckus we causin’ like fiends
critical damage i leave
relics of doom all i keep
bury ya six, creepin up under mah sleeve
hollowpoint tip
aim on these bustas and open the pit
p+ssybwois actin like they all been pimps
all of these suckas don’t know
got the double gat tucked on mah hip
any mothaf+cka tryna play on mah posse
i hope, they begin packin em thangz
grippin’ and tuckin’ on mah chrome
yeah i’m on mah zone
sh+t, all of mah ninjaz they bang
bustas they copy on mah flow
but sh+t they don’t know
chillin just smokin’ propane
praisin mah name, open the pit
shuffle em’ cards now go back on mah deck

f+ck all the criticisms
shootin’ any bustas
busy movin’ figures
call me a militia
gettin’ all these schisms
rockin on mah denim
rappers i go jizz em’
callin me a menace

rhyme, twistin’
bang, drippin’
tounge, twisted
brain, trippin’

homebwoy livin lavish
not your average addict
i’m a savage frum the tropics
real trigga happy
oldheads they be talkin’ nonsense
they be whilin’ often
b+tches crossin on me
recognize em
oldschool lame n+gga
whatchu sayin’ now n+gga
pull up on ya house i ain’t missin’ n+gga
smokin on mah blunt till i pass out, racks down
throwin’ these bombs till the feds down
illest mothaf+cka on the scene, till i came out
laced out, tellin’ these punks i go rep south

bossin this sh+t
ain’t on mah level g, back it up quick
rhum and this coke, catch me sippin’ it thrill
came with the flow watch me conquer this sh+t
still f+ckin’ with the best n+gga

ain’t never heard of this
straight from the underground
busy creepin’ all night on ya sillhoutte
devilish, point it to ya dome
pull the trigga mane came for the packs
hit the road sippin’ lemonade

- mvxntvinclxvdbwxys lyrics

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